Free Loving an Ugly Beast by Danielle Monsch Page B

“Seems to me you’re going to come first no matter what,” she said, slowly making her way down with both her breasts and her mouth firm against his skin. “If you do it now, then later, when you are finally inside me—” and here she nipped the skin right above his pants, “-you’ll be able to hold on until I’m satisfied.”
    He was panting while he watched her fingers undo his fastenings and start to pull the trousers over his hips. “That sounds wise.”
    “I’m so glad you see things my way.” The fabric pulled free, and his cock, hard and proud, sprung up.
    The look on her face was something between amusement and amazement. “If I knew this was what you were hiding, I would have seduced you months ago.” But the amusement faded slightly and her eyebrows furrowed. She looked up at him. “Would I have been welcomed?”
    He stroked her face, marveling at the softness of her skin. “Yes.”
    “Since when have you started fantasizing about us?”
    His eyes followed the line of his finger, which currently traced over the bump in her nose. “Since our second reading lesson.”
    “That long?” Shock colored her voice. He didn’t speak, but she must have seen the small nod he gave because humor laced her voice once again. “Of course you did. You do seem like the type to have a naughty teacher fantasy.”
    Laughter escaped him, unexpected considering what they were doing, but welcome. This was normal, her teasing and him loving her. This was right.
    Her hand wrapped around him, turning laughter into a groan. Her voice took on a note of authority. “Benton, you haven’t been studying hard enough. I think I need to motivate you in a different way.” And her mouth engulfed him.
    He had to lock his knees so as not to fall at the feel of the wet warmth surrounding him. Nissa’s movements were awkward and stilted, her unfamiliarity evident in how she handled him. But while her skills were lacking, her joy in the act was evident. She looked at him, her gaze curious, searching as though she was trying to discover what pleased him.
    That enthusiasm hardened him quicker than any practiced movement, and soon his balls were drawing tight, ready to unleash. “Nissa, let go.”
    She did, a question and a small hurt in her beautiful eyes, but he was too close to explain. Taking himself in hand it took only a few short strokes. He aimed at her chest, marking her with his cum, his groans bouncing off the walls.
    He collapsed, his knees too wobbly to continue to support his weight. Nissa reached out to run her hands through his hair, bringing her mouth against his in a long, languid kiss. “Did you enjoy that?”
    He nodded. “Amazing.” Stroking a strand of hair behind her ear, he said, “I didn’t want to surprise you.”
    She glanced down to the drying fluid still marking her. With slow movements, she rubbed her finger through the mess, spreading it over more of her body before bringing her finger to her mouth and tasting it. The movements were so sensual Benton was getting hard far sooner than he should have been able.
    “Salty and a little bitter, but not horrible like some women have described.”
    He nuzzled her neck. “You talk about this?”
    “How else are we supposed to learn? Don’t men talk about this stuff?”
    “No. They hire prostitutes.”
    She stilled while she considered his words, then burst out laughing. “I’m not going to a prostitute for any tips, so you have to resign yourself to me using you for practice until I master giving blowjobs.”
    “I’ll suffer.”
    Nissa pressed a kiss to his temple. “Sorry to break the mood, but can I clean this off me now?”
    “Stay here.” He left for only a moment, coming back with a damp towel. She stood and he cleaned her with quick movements, drying her just as fast. Once that was done, his hands went to her skirt. He looked to her for confirmation.
    She smiled at him, and with that permission he removed the last of her clothing, baring her